Little Banxi was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously fired.

Snoring, protruding.

Snoring, protruding.

After several attempts, the car did not restart.

Little Bancy's cold sweat flowed down again.

"I'm just kidding."

He turned his head as he spoke, with an embarrassed but not rude smile on his face, trying to lighten the mood.

However, when he turned his head, he found that Jason and Edward, who were supposed to be sitting in the back seat, had long since disappeared, leaving only the open doors on both sides.

Call!

The cold wind blew, and little Bancy shrank his neck.

He cried out in horror:

"Captain?"

"Excellency Jason?"

It's a pity that apart from the rumors, there was no response at all.

And here again, it is a lightless fork in the road, and it is pitch black outside.

The only light also dimmed as the car stalled.

"Calm down!"

"Calm down!"

"I want to calm down!"

Little Bancy told himself this, silently thinking about what Edward had just told him.

Don't be afraid of these things, you shoot directly, if the gun doesn't work, use a grenade, if the grenade doesn't work, use a mortar, if a mortar can't work, use a base number. ’

It's flattened, and it's quiet. ’

And then—

He pulled out the gun at his waist.

A 'typewriter' was taken out from under his seat.

Two more grenades were pulled out from under the co-pilot's seat.

Then, turning around, he pulled out a folding mortar from under the rear seat.

As a fireman, it is normal to have submachine guns, grenades, and mortars on the car.

Little Bancy got out of the car with a mortar, he first looked at the bottom of the car, and after finding that there was no hanging figure, he directly set up the mortar, and then, from the trunk of the car, a box of shells was put next to it.

He remembered the captain's teachings—

Bombarded it with mortars.

The wind whistled.

Footsteps could be heard in the darkness.

"Who?"

"If you don't speak, I'll shoot!"

Little Bancy shouted at the location where the footsteps sounded.

"It's me."

As he spoke, Edward walked over, and when he saw the mortar erected on the ground, the corner of the special operations leader's eyes twitched.

"Where did you get the mortar?"

Edward asked, walking over to him.

However, little Bancy raised the muzzle of the 'typewriter' directly.

"Stop!"

"How can you prove that you're the captain?"

Little Bancy asked.

He hadn't forgotten that in his biography, these things can change.

What if it's the captain who becomes?

Little Bancy was wary.

"What proof do you want?"

Edward looked at his subordinate amusedly, and was about to say something, but little Bancy spoke first.

"What's your mother's name?"

Little Bancy asked.

"I came from an orphanage, I don't know."

Edward replied with a sigh as he looked at the muzzle of the gun.

"By the way, next question, what's your lover's name?"

Little Bancy nodded and continued to ask.

"I've been single for 30 years and have no lovers."

Edward frowned, but replied.

"Well, why are you wearing glasses?"

Little Bancy then asked.

"Because, it will appear that I am gentle, and it is easy to be popular."

Edward frowned, but looked at the muzzle of the gun, holding back, and he replied.

"You owe me 556 ......"

"That's enough, I only owe you 443 yuan!"

This time Edward couldn't help it, he glared at little Bancy and rushed straight up.

The threat of a muzzle?

In the face of money, ignore death!

Edward snatched Bansey's 'typewriter' and kicked Bansey Jr. in the ass with his foot.

Something that only the two of them knew, coupled with this familiar kick, immediately made Little Bancy confirm Edward's identity.

"Captain!"

"You suddenly disappeared and scared the hell out of me......"

Little Bancy explained.

"Don't worry."

"With a formation like yours, those things won't appear at will."

"They scare back when they see it."

Edward said.

"What about Lord Jason?"

Little Bancy asked.

"He's going to chase that guy."

"I was too slow to catch up."

"Let's just be patient."

Edward said, his eyes resting on the car and lighting a cigarette.

Little Bancy nodded at first, but still out of alert.

……

In the darkness, Jason walked along.

Almost four times the perception of ordinary people, so that he can also see in this low-light environment, although it is not as clear as daytime, but it is not much worse.

However, in most of the fits, Jason prefers to use the nose.

The shape will change.

But the smell doesn't change.

Especially the taste of 'food'.

It is sweet and fragrant.

Make it memorable.

Tread, stomp.

Jason walked along, turning around from time to time.

Not a single mistake was made.

And the fleeing figure is becoming more and more frightened.

It's not what it knows.

At this time, shouldn't the people in the car be trembling with fright, but still absorb the breath of fear from it?

But why is this person, not only not afraid, but more and more excited?

Unlike being exposed to information, let it subconsciously turn its head.

It looked at Jason behind him.

In the darkness, it saw a huge black shadow with scarlet eyes open its bloody mouth and slowly approach.

Hungry!

I'm so hungry!

I'm so hungry!

The roar of the monster was heard in the air, and instead of weakening the huge black shadow, it grew bigger and bigger, almost like blowing up a balloon, and the figure covered the street.

What follows is coercion!

Its body trembled slightly.

The pain spreads.

It stung its body as if it were touching the sun!

No way!

Can't stop!

Once stopped......

will be eaten!

Its instincts tell it what to do at this moment.

Without hesitation, it started running again.

Faster than when the other person got out of the car just now.

And, this time, it doesn't hesitate anymore.

It ran to a place.

There are some 'kinds' gathered there.

It had just left somewhere before.

So, it's clear that there, at least two are slower than it!

Call!

Running rapidly, the wind in my ears became louder and louder, and my body became weak because of its extraordinary speed.

But it doesn't do that much.

Although it costs a lot to change your body, it's better than death, right?

Another turn.

The coercion behind him suddenly disappeared.

But it didn't dare to look back, it didn't dare to look.

As planned, it rushed straight to the end of the street, where the lights were on.

It's a gathering place.

Got there......

It's really safe.

There was no polite knock on the door, and it lifted up and kicked the door open.

Then, it froze in place.

It saw the man of horror.

It saw several bodies unconscious at the feet of the other.

It saw the other person wipe the corners of his mouth and smile at himself.

Eventually, it heard the other party's gentle voice.

"You're here."